"I don't feel like drinking with someone I don't know. Get somebody else."

At that, Mortimer turns on his heels to leave. Right now I'm your master, you tell him, and his face grows even more annoyed. It may have been a harsh thing to say, but it was the only way to get him to hear you out. Mortimer lumbers over and sits down with a thud.

"I'm head of the bandits. I'd never serve under somebody else. You said ya wanted to talk about the monsters, so... What a pain I've gotten mixed up with."

Mortimer grumbles on, perhaps regretting having joined up. Still, his abilities are indispensable to you. You were enemies at first, but you are now allied in exterminating the monsters. It's true that you wanted to talk to him about the monsters, so you broach the subject.

"From what I've seen, they're getting stronger 'n stonger. On top o' that, a lot of 'em have grown extremely knowledgeable. We can't take 'em lightly."

Mortimer finishes talking and once again gulps down his drink.

"And the number o' races fighting is on the rise too. It's just a matter o' time a'fore the battles get fiercer."

He certainly seems to have a leader's powers of observation. He sees the enemy calmly and cooly. You then discuss with him the future movements of the enemy.

"Well well, I guess you're not just some kid eh. You have a good eye. I agree with yer view on this."

Now that you think of it, you hadn't talked to him about this before. Perhaps letting his guard down a bit, he begins discussing other monsters as well.